The White Rug in Our Bedroom

Is, naturally, Callie's favorite place to vomit. I've known over the last few days that she wasn't feeling well (pacing, tail down, bit of appetite loss, less playful than usual), so I suppose I should have seen it coming. However, I was hoping that she might choose another time or place to vomit up all the grass she's been eating, like, perhaps, OUTSIDE on our thirty minute walk this morning. When I lingered for this very purpose.

But no. No place would do for Callie the Queen but the white rug. So I treated the stain (placed strategically next to the stain from the LAST TIME she vomited--which is faint, but it's still there) and then sat with Callie on the floor and gave her some love. I've been so worried about her over the last few days that, frankly, I'm glad she finally got sick. Hopefully whatever was making her feel funky is making its way out of her system. Even if it did find its way out of her system onto our white rug.